Some fates are doomed to be lost, and some fates will never have good results. You don’t have to have someone to love, but you must love someone well to have someone.
A man cries because he really loves him; The woman cried because he really gave up. If sincerity is a kind of injury, I choose lies; If lying is a kind of injury, I choose silence; If silence is a kind of injury, I choose to leave. If loss is bitter, are you afraid to pay? If confusion is bitter, will you choose to end it? If the pursuit is bitter, will you choose to be stubborn? If separation is bitter, who do you want to talk to? Many things were only seen later. Many things were not bitter at all at that time. However, I could not find the way to come. There is a kind of love, clearly deep love, but it can’t be said. There is a kind of love that I want to give up, but I can’t give up. There is a kind of love, which you know is suffering, but you can’t put it away. There is a kind of love, knowing that there is no way forward, but my heart has long been unable to take it back. I cried when I decided to give you up. My tears proved that I really love you.
Love you is not a game, love you is true, I can’t forget you. Whether our ending is perfect or not. What is courage? Is it crying for you to love me, or crying for you to leave. A man’s confidence comes from a woman’s worship of him, and a woman’s pride comes from a man’s admiration for her. Never cultivate the man you love. If you cultivate him too well, there are only two results: he despises you or he is stolen. It doesn’t need to be too smart to pursue a person, but it must be extremely smart to leave!
Why don’t we always cherish the people in front of us? In the unpredictable reunion, we thought that there would always be a reunion and a chance to see each other again. We always thought that we would have the opportunity to say sorry, but we never thought that every time we waved goodbye, it might be a farewell. Every sigh might be the last sigh in the world.
Perhaps a woman’s loneliness is also so vulnerable. If a man reaches out his hand to me, if his fingers are hot, who he is is actually not important to me.
For a man, it is even more so. If a woman appears in his heart, all he needs is that her body is hot. Maybe love is just because of loneliness, I need to find someone to love me, even if there is no end.
A wound is a humiliation imposed by others and a hallucination insisted by oneself. Women like me always appear in their feelings in the form of a difficult problem. I found that I could only love one person in a moment, and gradually became selfish.
Many people don’t need to see each other again, because they are just passing by. Forgetting is the best memory we give each other. Love can be an instant thing, or a lifetime thing. Everyone can fall in love with different people at different times. It’s not that those who leave can’t live. Forgetting makes us strong. A closer look at a creature like man shows that it is scarred. Whether to be loved or not, everyone has different feelings. The price of rediscovering old dreams is often beyond our means. Happiness in the world always makes people look better. Because of smile, I understand love.
Everything on my body seems casual, but I have worked hard to make you happy. You said: why don’t you give me a pair of rain shoes. I said, why don’t you give me a spring rain. Then even if I cry, in the rain, it is not easy for you to see. In fact, everything in the world comes at its proper time, but we don’t have the right mood to meet it. Because I love him, I leave him. I like this sentence.
Some feelings are so direct and cruel. There is no room for any tortuous warmth. It’s better to leave with a warm mood than the pale truth. Pure things die too quickly.
Feeling understood is a kind of happiness, waiting to be understood is a kind of loneliness.
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